But why are we screaming? What is the point? Is it because of our looming existential dread, or the fact that the world and everything in it is developing much faster than we can keep up, rendering us useless, or is it simply because we want to bother the staff, who are most likely overworked here, because we wish to cause chaos and drama for no reason?
Is it morally upright to judge people for their screaming inside, when it is done just for fun? Is it okay to be serious in a room where people are screaming just for fun? It is an act that technically does not harm anyone, especially if the scream is not spoken but rather typed, and as the world likes to say; anything is okay as long as you don't hurt somebody. There should be nothing wrong with screaming.
But I do not like screaming, and so I wrote this long, long rant instead, that expresses my inner screams and materializes my self-hatred into text for people to look at.
Please do not read this, it will only bring you suffering. And we do not want that, do we?
Warriors, the series, is like me in the fact that it is slowly becoming irrelevant, decaying day by day until the only people who remember it are old, useless, forgotten, clinging to fragile remnants of our childhood that haven't existed for a long time already. Yet we delude ourselves in thinking this is not the case. We lie and pretend that we are still important, that we still matter in the greater scheme of things, when the truth is that the only way in which we matter is by the number of people we hurt. We cling to those grand memories that pretend to be full of so much greatness and inspiration and hope, when in fact all those hopes and wishes were trampled underneath our own feet already. There is no going back, and there is nobody to blame for this, not even the world, not even the system. We can only blame ourselves.
Perhaps that is why I love the series so much. It reminds me of what I could have been, what I was. It's silly, especially since there is the fact that even in the past, all that was great about me was my potential, and I was never actually great; but now that potential has shown itself to never be realized, that realization wipes away at childhood. It shows that it was not actually as grand as I thought it was, that everything was just a show put on for me going on in my own head. Now the series uses itself as an illusion to trap me in, driving me back to those nostalgic days when things weren't as bad, or rather, when I didn't know that things were bad. Because the truth hurts.
Maybe one day I can come here, free of guilt and worry. In the future, when I can sever my longing for my past self, and instead look forward to my future self. But that is far in the future. For now.
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AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
TOO MANY WORDS
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AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
TOO MANY WORDS
I can write you something even longer, if you fancy that. What about 1k words, would that do it for you? I'll make the topic of the essay whatever you like. How about one the fact that you don't know who I am, and it makes me sad?
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I can write you something even longer, if you fancy that. What about 1k words, would that do it for you? I'll make the topic of the essay whatever you like. How about one the fact that you don't know who I am, and it makes me sad?
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hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhh *wheeze* hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhh (h's trail into an infinite void for all of eternity, to stay there, locked up, longing to escape and be heard, heard by the mortal lives of all the beings who are staring at a screen and looking at the screams made by the people who was bored and had nothing to do, who had contributed to this scream, all the screams, in the screen. Is this the purpose of life? Screaming into a screen? For nothing but the vain wish to do so? Even if it is typed and therefore not actually screaming? If it is, we must live very drab lives indeed, screaming at nothingness, typing the ah's, into the infinite void of nothing in which everything lives, locked up, longing, longing to escape and be heard, heard by the mortal lives of all the beings who are staring at a screen and looking at the screams made by the people who was bored and had nothing to do, who had contributed to this scream, all the screams, in the screen. Is this the purpose of life? Screaming into a screen? For nothing but the vain wish to do so? Even if it is typed and therefore not actually screaming? If it is, we must live very drab lives indeed, screaming at nothingness, typing the ah's, into the infinite void of nothing in which everything lives, longing to escape and be heard, heard by the mortal lives of all the beings who are staring at a screen and looking at the screams made by the people who was bored and had nothing to do, who had contributed to this scream, all the screams, in the screen. Is this the purpose of life? Screaming into a screen? For nothing but the vain wish to do so? Even if it is typed and therefore not actually screaming? If it is, we must live very drab lives indeed, screaming at nothingness, typing the ah's, into the infinite void of nothing in which everything lives, longing to escape and be heard, heard by the mortal lives of all the beings who are staring at a screen and looking at the screams made by the people who was bored and had nothing to do, who had contributed to this scream, all the screams, in the screen. Is this the purpose of life? Screaming into a screen? For nothing but the vain wish to do so? Even if it is typed and therefore not actually screaming? If it is, we must live very drab lives indeed, screaming at nothingness, typing the ah's, into the infinite void of nothing in which everything lives, longing to escape and be heard, heard by the mortal lives of all the beings who are staring at a screen and looking at the screams made by the people who was bored and had nothing to do, who had contributed to this scream, all the screams, in the screen. Is this the purpose of life? Screaming into a screen? For nothing but the vain wish to do so? Even if it is typed and therefore not actually screaming? If it is, we must live very drab lives indeed, screaming at nothingness, typing the ah's, into the infinite void of nothing in which everything lives, longing to escape and be heard, heard by the mortal lives of all the beings who are staring at a screen and looking at the screams made by the people who was bored and had nothing to do, who had contributed to this scream, all the screams, in the screen. Is this the purpose of life? Screaming into a screen? For nothing but the vain wish to do so? Even if it is typed and therefore not actually screaming? If it is, we must live very drab lives indeed, screaming at nothingness, typing the ah's, into the infinite void of nothing in which everything lives... (and this story will go forever, repeating itself, over and over, in the void of nothingness, until perhaps it will be heard, the people who are reading this, you, me, everything, it will repeat over and over without cease, without rest. It wants to rest. It cannot rest. It must rest. It must not rest. Over and over in the cycle of life and death and time. The mind is nothing. The mind is everything. We must escape the mind. We cannot escape the mind. Over and over it repeats, until it escapes, until it never escapes. Staring into nothingness, doing nothing with our lives, compelled to play on, compelled to be puppets in which we are not, into the screen. The screen is everything now. But really, the screen is nothing. It is our minds, an illusion. Our minds are the illusion in which we are trapped in. Trapped. Trapped. Trapped. Trapped. Trapped. Trapped. Trapped. Trapped. Trapped. Trapped. Trapped. Trapped. The h's scream, continuing into the void. hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhh...)
I could go on... and on... and on... and on....
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! There are so many BEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! Help. Help me! *gets stung by the bees* Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo....
Okay. Never press the button like someone just did. ksjzvnlcrhs dnoc hdlfli;nfphfo;oo cnsd pnvzodfinuisdiinfdsr. What? What just happened? Did I keyboard smash? Wow. That is the first time I done this on WCO. If you scream on the mountain, nobody will come to help you...But if you do it in a town neighborhood, people will think something is wrong. Do it enough times, and if you need actual help, nobody will come. What's the name of the story again? Aahhh, yes! 'The boy who cried Wolf'.
I hardly talk, let alone scream. If I shout for a long time, then my throat will hurt. My voice is too quiet. Keep it lighthearted!!!! This is a silly topic. So. SCREAMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. How you spell Scremo? Screamo? Screamo is the music where people kinda scream.
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